by Erik Martz, of MFR fame.

Though in my opinion, the Lyric of the Year was omitted:

“Bed Intruder” by Antoine Dodson
“He’s climbin’ in your windows, he’s snatchin’ yo’ people up, tryin’ to rape ‘em, so y’all need to hide your kids, hide your wife, and hide your husband, ‘cause they rapin’ errybody out here… You don’t have to come and confess; we lookin’ for you—we gon’ find you, we gon’ find you. So you can run and tell that, home boy.”

What began as a simple interview on an Alabama newscast—a man justifiably upset by his sister’s near-rape—quickly became a viral sensation, but for that brief moment it was also our rally cry.

Not only a call-to-arms against violence and sexual assault, but an apt and sobering metaphor for our nickel-and-dimed underclass, so fed up with veneer, with lies and fabrication; so fed up with the broken machinery of our “American Way;” so fed up with that ever-widening divide—Haves vs. Have-Nots—so seared into our conscience.

They rapin’ errybody out here.